Roman Reigns Sick Novels & Stories

“When it happened…it was unexpected as that was his first episode. We had all heard about the illness that causes the wolves around the pack to exhibit madness but never for once did we think such would occur in the Palace. Especially as we had all been vaccinated by the royal physician, Sir Henrick.” “It broke His Majesty in ways words can’t express. He was a shadow of himself and for months, he was locked up by the Alpha until Sire Henrick pleaded on his behalf after he manufactured the pills.” Suddenly, Katrina shoots her head up with shock in her eyes. “D-Did you mention anything about the incident, Your Majesty?” Swallowing hard, I nod with my head bowed in shame. “Gracious.” She gasps.

“What if Nova was injured by Queen Isabella?” After all, the Queen was a Royal Vampire, her powers must be majestic like her status. Running at full speed, I reached her room, where her maid was cleaning the floor. “Where’s Susan?” My simple question puzzled that old maid, she bowed her head in respect, “Don’t you know that His Majesty is sick, Crown Princess?” King Edgar was ill? A powerful Alpha lycan, who could only spread pandemics in happy cities he was sick? Not a chance in hell. So, I called off her bluff and inquired.

I said confidently, however, it appears more like a child is complaining. "Romeo, you didn’t inform me about that." He inquired, not looking pleased by Romeo’s actions. "I was too busy with other things that needed my presence more than staying here and doing your shit experiment," he rebuked. I shuddered at his deep voice. Lorenzo sighed, shaking his head. "If you didn’t know, I’m his doctor. Romeo is suffering from a disease." "What disease?" I asked, completely bewildered.

“Where are you? Why can’t you come home? Roman, talk to me.” “I can’t make it back in time,” he murmured. “I’m sorry.” “In time for what?” My throat tightened. “Roman, our daughter is in the hospital. Isabella’s sick. She had a fever so high she almost fainted. I drove her here sobbing, Roman. I needed you.” He went silent. Not for a second. For several seconds. Then— “Is she okay?” he finally asked, his voice almost breaking. “She’s stable now,” I said stiffly. “The doctors said it’s a virus. She’ll need monitoring, but she’s not in danger anymore.”

I asked. "I told them you were sick." Cassian said. I stared at him. "Sick?" "Yes. It was the only thing I could think of." "Cassian." I said. My voice dropping. "Of all excuses you could give. You chose to say I am sick? The royal healer checked me a few days ago. The elders know I am in perfect health. How can the Alpha King be sick?" "At least I handled it." Cassian argued. "They left. They were grumbling. But they left."

The Alpha seemed to be taken aback by Marilyn's disguised threat, but before he could recover, I forced a small smile out from my lips even though I wished I was in there with Lucian right now instead of having to deal with him. “Thank you for your concern, Rowan. The King is fortunate to have you worry about him, but I assure you, King Lucian isn't sick, just simply fatigued. So please, let's not spread unfounded rumors,” I said before hastening into the massive bedroom, and involuntarily, I froze at the sight of Lucian.

If he can’t survive one scheme from his brother, then maybe Roman overestimated his abilities. The car pulls into the parking lot of the hospital. Roman leans back, his eyes on the building before them. “Why did the doctors say it was the reason for his ailment?” “It was an infection he didn’t get treated. It’s nothing life threatening.” An infection? Why didn’t he get it treated? He had resumed work immediately after his wedding but left himself untreated?

"Her Majesty the Queen is very healthy. Is the news circulating so far wrong?" Instead of being angry at the accusation, the Queen smiled. "I am not sick but have been poisoned for years. The King only realized it last night. He stopped administering drugs and potions, and I recovered to my old self." She chuckled as Maddox and his companions opened their mouths in disbelief. "I am a Royal Lycan. My recovery process is faster than an ordinary werewolf. I apologize for making everyone worry. Starting from today, The King is yours." "Who has done such a cruel thing, Your Majesty?" asked Gamma.

He cleared his throat, dropping his things back on the tray. I saw the look on his face when he faced me. He was ready to be frank, ready to come at me with the brutal truth. "The Lycan King has been sick for a while now. His father's sickness also affected him." "What kind of sickness is that?" "It's a blood disease. He loses blood often to the extent that it can kill him." I frowned. "Lycans do not get sick. That shouldn't be possible." The man sighed. He knew that as well, but that didn't stop it from happening right now. That had been the case of father and son for a long time, and no one could understand it.

I pressed my hand against his forehead. "You're burning up," I frowned. I wanted to look at one of the guards for information, but they were nowhere to be found. "What's the nature of the sickness?" I asked the king. Instead of answering, he gripped my wrist even while I was in a seated position. "The royal physicians can't find anything wrong with me," he said weakly. "I've never fallen this sick before." I was really curious to know what had happened to Fred and Arthur, since they were both so interested in having the throne to themselves.